God Made Me

Just before I pass off, pass on, stretch hands
And hand over battens, not yet, but
To the next in line, like legacy
Battens in rally ran, its your turn  


Whispering guidance
And lessons learnt
Take care on this road
It is long and treacherous


But full of hope and beauty
I have lived it, I know it
Suffered in its toil to gain its reward
Like harvest day, fruits in baskets 


Bring out your baskets
And be sent blessed
By his goodness, God gracious
Every day shower 


God made me, he ordained me 
So from the beginning I was destined
To be greater than great
The greatest in my own endeavours 


But never on a silver plate, 
To be placed, like the king on chess game
It is the journey that count,
It is the part, that is blessed the most, in blessing


To find myself, through gutters dug 
And know what I am made of, 
Capable now, to dance with the lions 
I am to be tested, to prove my worth


And stand on my own two feet  
Accomplished, no wobbles 
I am on top of the world with birds eye view
I see all, on the landscape


God made me
God made me
God made me

Sacrificed Altars

The communion and wine  
Is known by all who partake in it's ritual  
To be made of, flesh and blood  


It bleeds, not for the joy of sacrifice 
Or wanting death, less not in value for life 
Like one may think of self harm  


But to feel alive and to hold on to living  
So love and life is tested, 
For what course one engages in  


And the goal post are set, to suit 
Established in sizes and forms 
Made to measure on faith of believers 


It is only for the training grounds 
That opposition is made absent
Bubble wrapped, tip toe on offence  


For the prince who plays 
Sword fights in his backyard
W' his servants, a' claims to know battle 


Scars are formed like harvest 
After cuts and bruises, bleed 
I carry a few on my shoulders 


Most beneath skin tissue, the deepest, the widest  
It is self harm on courses chosen 
What do you bleed for